"Kurt?" I call before hearing a thud followed by Kurt cursing. I walk toward the bedroom to hear shuffling, muffled groans and whispers. What the hell was he doing?
As I come around the corner I find Kurt pulling on a pair of boxers while he pushed a naked girl into the closet.
"What the fuck?!" Suddenly I longed for the congratulation-awkward-misunderstanding scenario.
"Um, Nardia... I can explain," he rushes and I frown.
"Oh, I think I get it. You're fucking this bimbo-"
"Excuse me?!" The blonde women squeals, clearly offended by my words.
"What? Did that hurt you?" I chuckle at her as I roll my eyes. "Did you know he had a girlfriend?"
"Yeah? So?"
"Are you fucking serious?! Have some goddamn respect!" I shout. Not only had this situation built up anger and hurt, but I was also still trying to get over the frustration of not getting the job.
"Nardia..."
"Don't try to talk your way out of this! You're naked, pushing some bitch into our closet! I get it! Fuck you!" I squeal, hand meeting his cheek in one hard motion. Apparently, this boy wasn't at mercy like I had thought.
"Nardia, baby,"
"How long has it been going on?"
"This is the first time." He answers and I roll my eyes. Bullshit!
"No it's not. It's the first time in your bed." Bimbo adds and I grow more angry. That's our bed. Our bed. Well, now it's his bed.
"Whatever," I say before moving for my bag. I start grabbing all of my things, piling them into my bags.
"Nardia, baby, please don't go. Let's talk about this!" He pleads, blonde just starting to pull her clothes on.
"Are you seriously asking me to stay as your naked slut is still in the fucking room?! Are you really that mental?!" It doesn't take me long until I have packed everything I need and am waking out of the apartment. Fuck him.
I hail a taxi before giving them the destination. I'm going home.
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I walk off of the plane, inhaling the London air with a deep breath. I missed it here so much. I follow the crowd, walking out to be greeted by a pool of people who were awaiting the arrival of others.
My eyes search the crowd, heart jumping with joy as I spot them. I had messaged Niall to pick me up during my travels to the airport. I hadn't explained what had happened, but I was going to. First I needed to get my head around it. I needed to wash the image from my mind.
Niall and I became really close before Harry and I broke up. It only seemed right to keep our friendship alive after. It is purely platonic, neither of us having a desire for the other like that. Besides, he was happily married to Evelyn with three beautiful children. Two boys and their newest edition Lila who was six months old.
I drop my carry-on bag, racing to him as I wrap my arms around the boy. I had missed seeing him at a different coffee shop least once a week for our ritual gossip sessions. For nine months we hadn't really spoken, just a text every once in a while. I stopped for Kurt's sake. Before we moved to New York for his job opportunity, he asked if I drop contact with Niall. With me being completely smitten by this boy I stupidly agreed to an extent. But I explained it all Niall beforehand. Thankfully, he understood and supported me. He knew I was head over heels for the boy. How stupid I was! Look who's here for me now and who just screwed me over!
After mine and Harry's breakup, Niall became our middle man, the safe ground. I know that we were both asking him for information on the other. I did for eighteen months after. And I still have so many questions I feel that I should ask him about Harry. But I can't. Hell, it's been two bloody years. I should have forgotten about him by now, but I think about him every day.
Two Years Ago...
"How have you been doing?" Niall asks, sipping on the coffee that was surely room temperature by now.
"I miss him, Niall," I admit, finger running around the rim of the mug, wiping the coffee foam from the brim. "I just... I want us to work but he just doesn't get it. I need to focus on my future, my career. He thinks I can just drop everything and focus all my attention on him. He's built his career, now it's my turn. I don't wanna throw away a year I spent with that man, giving him everything I could, but I have to."
"I know. So go after your future. He'll be here, always. Not that he's ready to admit that." He chuckles and I roll my eyes.
"I don't want him to be hung up on me. I want him to go out and find that girl that can give him what he wants. It's just... I don't think it can be me."
"Everything happens for a reason,"
"You're just so wise," I jest, attempting to lift the heavy tension.
Now...
"I missed you," I greet him as my arms wrap tightly around his neck.
"Don't ever leave me for some other guy ever again," he demands and I chuckle.
"Only you, Niall." He was like my big brother I never had. Or the gay best friend every girl longed for, minus the gay part.
Niall grabs my other bag from the conveyor belt before we walk to his car. The drive starts quiet before Niall speaks up.
"He's doing well. He was seeing this new girl, three weeks tops. She was a great girl, but he found every single fault. They're done. She's the longest one yet, though. Vanessa won't let him see Cleo until he gets it together. She doesn't want her daughter introduced to all these new, weird women. Especially now that she can kind of understand it more, you know? Cleo's doing good though. She's starting first grade soon and she super excited."
Nine Months Ago...
"So this new guy?" Niall asks, clearly skeptical. I hated telling him when I liked a guy or anything because he turned all 'big bro' on me.
"He's been lovely. Really helping to get over, you know who."
"Yeah?" I nod and he smiles. "Well if he hurts you... I'll kill him." I nod, already aware of the threats. I'd heard them even before I had considered dating again.
"So... how's he doing?"
"Really helping you get over him, huh?" I roll my eyes, looking at him expectantly. I couldn't help it, though. I felt like it was my duty to keep checking on him. "Whatever. He's seeing girl number twelve, Carol. She is the dumbest person I have met, and I usually don't think that sort of stuff about people. But oh my god. She hurts my head." I giggle, already feeling better. I knew I could rely on Niall to make me feel better.
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Soooo... a little bit of news...
I have currently formed each chapter into dot point formation and planned it out so it should equate to prologue + eleven chapters + epilogue done in two parts. However, that is subject to change, most likely increasing (maybe by two or so chapters). I'll keep you updated, until then keep voting and commenting!!
